It was the first time Xiao Lei moved to the Zhao family and slept on a bed. It was also the first time he slept in a brick and tile house. The bed was made for him by Song herself.
"It's hot now, you shouldn't feel cold with this thin blanket."
"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Song."
Xiaoyu's mother is his mother after all. He always envied her for having parents who loved her so much. He wondered if he could also dream of having one in the future.
Well, I don’t know why, but Uncle Zhao doesn’t seem to like him very much.
On the first day of the construction of Xiao Lei's house, Xiao Ping arrived at the site. Seeing cartloads of blue bricks being pulled into the small courtyard, his eyes welled with envy.
Xiao Lei is a money-loser who is going to marry into the Zhao family. When he marries into the Zhao family, this house will be empty, so can it be left to Qiangzi?
After both sons got married, they each had a house.
Xiao Lei was also at the construction site. Xiao Ping found him and asked him how many rooms he was going to build and what he was going to do. Is the current yard too small? Let the Zhao family buy more land and build a bigger one.
Xiao Lei treated him as if he was farting and ignored him the entire time. The villagers nearby also looked at him with mockery.
Xiao Ping was humiliated by his own son and was furious. The village chief and Zhao Dashu were also there, so he didn't dare to lose his temper and could only leave in anger.
Yang, Xiao Yong, and Xiao Qiang watched from afar, "Your eldest brother is not the eldest brother he used to be. See? Now he is just a villain who has gained power. He is so arrogant that he doesn't even take your father seriously."
"Mom, how can we get close to the Zhao family and my eldest brother?"
"After the house is built, come visit more often and be nicer. He will soften one day."
Xiao Qiang is still young and doesn't think highly of Xiao Lei at all. He will not try to curry favor with a son-in-law, as it would simply bring shame to them as men.
Xiao Yong is much smarter and older, so he knows the benefits. "Sons always listen to their mothers."
Brother, you can't get rid of me.
It was his parents who broke off the relationship, not his brother.
Ever since Xiao Lei moved to the Zhao family, they have been living and eating together, and his quality of life has improved by who knows how many levels.
Everything in Zhao Dashu’s house was delicious, and most of them were things he had never eaten before, which made his already good appetite even better.
So it became even better, so better that even Zhao Dashu could not compare to it.
Ever since he came, we have eaten five dishes out of three for every meal, and there is no leftovers.
Zhao Dashu grumbled in private that it was no wonder that the Xiao family couldn't tolerate him. He could eat Yang and Xiao Ping until nothing was left of them.
Zhao Xiaoyu was afraid several times that he would go crazy from eating too much, but Song thought it was normal. Who else couldn't eat such a big boy? It was her father-in-law. He was so old, and it was no problem for him to eat two chickens for a meal.
Being able to eat is a blessing.
"Mom, let's make some cold noodles tomorrow. It's really delicious when it's hot."
She felt she could eat two big bowls of noodles made with the cool well water at home and the spicy sauce.
"Ah, your father has been saying these past two days that he has a poor appetite and that the weather is too hot and uncomfortable."
"Who ate the half chicken yesterday?" Zhao Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue and almost blurted out "fed it to the dog."
"He said that under normal circumstances he would definitely eat a whole one, but it might not be enough."
"Mom, our family really produces a lot of food every day."
Yes, Xiao Lei at home is a big eater and he always has a big pot of stewed rice. The servants we bought were all very good eaters.
"Luckily I'll be able to earn money soon, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to bear to eat like that."
Thinking of the harvest of river gourds, the Song family no longer felt sorry for it. They could eat them and make money, and their family could afford it.
"Hey, you're eating noodles today! Why is there no soup?"
Zhao Dashu was hungry and came out of the study, he saw a large bowl of noodles on the table in the yard. Well, it was just noodles, nothing else. There were several plates of shredded cucumber, peanuts, and shredded radish on the side. There is also a bowl of sauce, coriander and green onions.
Xiao Lei must have made their family poor, which is why his wife is reluctant to serve even a single meat dish.
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